Guilt, I’ve decided, is the worst emotion. It plagues you, consumes you, eats you up inside until your skin crawls and your muscles seize. It latches its claws into your thoughts and overpowers all logic by just making you feel horrid about everything.
I spent 20 months devoting every aspect of my life to taking care of my mom, yet guilt locks my focus on merely the last 24 hours.
My father had dementia and I was his caregiver. Here’s what I wish I had known
In 2007, I was suddenly plunged into the role of caregiver for my then 75-year-old father, who had vascular dementia. His short-term memory was...
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